it’s impossible to know just how much you’ll be affected by the little ones you inherit. for me and not for sadie, the first day of doggie day care, and don’t laugh, was traumatizing. “she’ll be fine.” “you have no choice.” “people leave their dogs all the time.” regardless of what people say, you still walk out of a strange building without the baby you walked in with.
i’m thinking about the impact of the little ones in our lives because of the newest little one in mine, and even more significantly, in joe and pamela’s: mercedes (“sadie”) valerie (b. may 14, 2007).
so little, so precious, so waited for and wanted, and so very helpless. there’s so much happiness—but there’s always worry. sadie is running then not running a temperature and needs to stay in the hospital a few more days; she’s being pricked and prodded—all kinds of blood tests, and she’s on an iv. but it’s got to be so much worse to know these things are happening to your sweet little baby. the worry has got to be overwhelming for her mommy and daddy.
in solidarity with her namesake, my sadie decided we would also spend the night at a hospital—the friendship hospital for animals. just one night with doctors and (hopefully) one night without sleep, and though she’s “just a dog”, i worry about her racing heartbeat, the two lesions she’s torn in her skin (the one she keeps re-ripping), and the manic medication-induced behavior that kept us up all night.
i’m praying for the health of little mercedes, and i’m praying for more happiness and less worry for pamela and joe.